#sad poetry

[mysticaletherealliving]

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

- Charles Bukowski

[gargy1975]

#69. LMFAO! 💯🇺🇲🏳️‍🌈🍷

#68

when love finds me again, may it be with someone i never have to heal from.

[blackbluecherryblossom]

i’m tired. but not just “didn’t sleep” tired. soul tired. bone tired. like my body keeps going but nothing inside knows why.

[nomadicfog]

i am a romantic person, but i dont think that i will fall in love again. not soon.

[incognito-melancholia]

"How many scars did you justify because you loved the person who was holding the knife?"

[geektumb]

[silent-insanities]

Feeling everything and nothing all at once.

[sad-sophie]

[for-flowers-sake]

[wordsintheattic]

I hear you scratching at the coffin lid sometimes

You who still believed in mercy—

I have worn your death

like a wedding ring,

digging graves with the same hands

you once used to cup fireflies,

to brush your mother's cheek,

to hold love like something

that wouldn't bleed.

Forgive me.

The world demanded teeth,

so I gnawed through our innocence

and called the taste maturity

I miss the way you laughed

before you learned to flinch—

when your voice didn't crack

at the word 'home',

when your spine was still a question mark

instead of a sword.

Now I find your ghost everywhere:

• In old notebooks where *"when I grow up"*

is written in ink that hasn't faded

• In the way summer rain smells

on pavement you'll never walk again

• In strangers' eyes when they ask

*"What happened to you?"*

and I have to lie

They don't tell you

that survival is just

a series of quiet murders—

how you'll choke the light

from your own throat

and call it *being practical*,

how you'll auction off your joy

piece by piece

to pay the rent on a life

you don't even recognize.

I wear your dreams now

like a skin graft that never took—

this scar tissue where hope used to live.

The world was hungry.

It ate us whole.

And I—

I set the table.

[star-struck09]

I fear the sadness will consume me alive one day.

[mysticaletherealliving]

Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.

- Friedrich Nietzsche

[blackbluecherryblossom]

don’t tell me i’m overthinking. i’m overfeeling and it’s not the same.

[a-g-r-i-d-u-l-c-e99]

Tal vez ni siquiera existo en el futuro que tanto me preocupa.

[solivagant--soul]